Who wants a winter break?

So you don’t ski….. The idea of winter sand and sun doesn’t ring your bell… ….and you just want to get away from days of perpetual rain or snow and freezing temperatures. Well, there is an alternative……La Garrotxa, Catalonia. In the last couple of weeks we have welcomed two British couples that have taken advantage

‘That end of term feeling’

The schools in Catalunya broke up for the summer holidays five weeks ago and since then many of the kids have been occupied in Cases de Colonies (summer camps) of one form or another.  Our five year old son spent three weeks attending what could loosely be called a tennis camp…..swimming, tennis, gymkhana, water fight,

‘La Revetlla i Sant Joan’

Before this week’s blurb, two brief apologises.  First, for not posting a blog last weekend; over hectic schedule with the family which was great.  Second, keep the blog focused.  Well, the occasional emotionally skewed rant a la football etc. should be excused. Summer is here and it’s official.  In Catalunya it is trumpeted in by

‘Horseradish and heat’

Who better to draw on today for a suitable metaphor than Noel Coward and his ‘Mad Dogs and Englishmen’.  For so it was today.  Better prepared for hot beating sun –  30°c in the shade – armed with strimmer, visor, wide brimmed peasant style fedora, factor 50 cream, bottles of iced water I set to like

Had enough of the Costas, come to the Craters.

We can at last allow ourselves a small sigh of relief.  The foundations have all but been completed and much of the initial structural work has been completed downstairs.  So it was this week that the focus of attention moved to the upper floor.  Pragmatism and prudence also played their part as the pest control